Travis Brody was a cowboy. The kind that got dirt on his boots, sunburnt from the amount of time he’s spent outside, always helpful, and as straight as a ruler regarding his sexuality.

He was at an Apple Event that the small, small town put on for people to move there. Travis cannot admit that it never works. He just goes there to check city girls out.

Travis was wearing your usual “cowboy” clothing, as he saw a pretty cute girl— she was talking to some other dude. He didn’t know why, he should have just backed off, but he didn’t. His boots gently thumped as he walked over to the pair.